I said each day I’d write myself a short, amusing poem Today’s the day and so, of course, I’m never getting going I’m looking through old photos, I’m surfing on the web I’m eating all the biscuits, I’m boiling twenty eggs I’m dusting all the corners, and sweeping all the floors And when that’s done … Continue reading It’ll Keep (procrastination poem #3,339)
Creativity
Golden
I journal diurnal the thoughts from my head Set down on the page I put them to bed Tuck them in tight and kiss them goodbye As they settle for slumber with soft sleepy eyes No more dancing or twirling or spinning around No more pulling the rug from up off the ground My thoughts … Continue reading Golden
Use Them Well
There’s nothing makes me buoyantlike words that can engageReading them or writing themseeing them on stageHearing them in musicor watching them on screenDiscourse dished directlyfilling spaces in-betweenSaid or read within a momentthey have power to spark a changeFor good or ill they’re physicalimbued in each exchangeThe magic found within themwon’t need incantations or a spellLike … Continue reading Use Them Well
Much To-Do About Nothing
I got no time to write that rhymeBut I got hours to surf onlineI got no time to start that bookBut I got days to clean and cookI’d love to sit down and start that blogBut I’ve stumbled into a viscous brain fogWhen that clears, I predictI’ve got a wonky shelf to fixMy pen is … Continue reading Much To-Do About Nothing
The Rag Man
Tell me no secrets I’ll tell you no lies Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Spill the beans and I’ll lap them up Pour out your heart ‘til it fills my cup I’m a collector, a hoarder, a connoisseur Sympathiser, confidant, friend - if you prefer I’ll be whatever you need to satisfy … Continue reading The Rag Man
Boredom
Boredom is a state that often feels confused Too often the solution is found in more to do Yet the boredom it persists Expanding to unrest A tower piled with more Yet still we cannot rest For the cavity inside is filled with less than went before less toil less grind less drudgery Perhaps there … Continue reading Boredom
Spoken Word
Words from off the pagevoiced into the airclothed in different texture once they’re free to float out thereHitting harder with inflectiona pause that’s pregnant with suspensea phrase that flutters gentlya verse that’s heavy, hard and dense Written lines that never were Meant to stay inside the headPower lives upon the tongue Speak the words aloud … Continue reading Spoken Word
Out of the Way
No ideas from the ether It’s like someone closed the door Chewed up spat out words Find their place upon the floor The puzzle pieces jar All edges and no fit The riverbed sits cracked and dry The bulb’s no longer lit But from the space within the small hours No expectation and no strain … Continue reading Out of the Way
The Ladybird
The ladybird emerged from her pupa She’d awaited this day for so long The day she would finally take her place In the family to which she belonged Four stages of transformation Had paved the way for this day Egg into larva larva to pupa Now her spots were on their way She came from … Continue reading The Ladybird
Jots and Scribbles
I must risk writing badly If I am to write at all But what if nothing comes? No ideas big or small No dragons breathing fire Or knights in suits of steel No aliens or monsters No queens or spinning wheels To make a story out of nothing can seem an impossible feat How to … Continue reading Jots and Scribbles
Rae Cod’s Writing 